Book III — Chapter II: wherein the implacable Viceroy of the Indies, faithful instrument of the King, sets foot upon a sun-struck island and claims it for the Crown; and wherein the fiction of emptiness is proclaimed as law, though whispers stir beneath the palms and unseen eyes bear witness; and wherein the banner is raised not merely over sand and stone, but over hearts that beat in shadow—so that conquest begins not with cannon, but with naming, and possession with the quiet erasure of those who were said not to be… [Intro] Viceroy of the Indies, on a throne of flames, Do you know my sponsor’s name? You see only me. You have no choice. [Verse] I claim it (conquest!) These lands in his name. He has the strength. He has the power! On my taxation, On your liberty rate, The police are modern. You wear it on you. [Layered whispered doubles left/right channel.] Did you like my latest trend? Conquest! Conquest! Conquest! [Chorus] [ seductive female voice sings at — ] You think you resist? ( — But the numbers don’t lie!) I take your mind under my law (conquest!). You think you breathe? ( — But you march for me.) Under his banner — he is the king (conquest!). [Verse] I demand it (conquest!) These lands for the crown. He has the force, He has the arms! It’s a matter of security! The media are modern. The mouth that swallows all On your endless feed. [Whispered stereo echoes swelling.] Don’t forget to subscribe! Conquest! Conquest! Conquest! [Chorus] [ seductive female voice sings at — ] You think you resist? ( — But the numbers are there). I take your mind under his law (conquest!). You think you breathe? ( — But you march for me). Under his banner — he is the king (conquest!). [Bridge – Spoken chant] [Powerful female alto-soprano voice sings during Bridge] I know you love the angels. I came down among mortals. I take possession of your mind. I claim dominion over your soul. [Final Verse] I call the new order. It’s an old recipe. What doesn’t kill you Makes me stronger! (Conquest!) It’s a matter of leadership! Politics are modern. Arms raised (conquest!) Destroying everything. You voted for this! Conquest! Conquest! Conquest! [Fade Outro] [Powerful female alto-soprano voice sings during Fade Outro] You love the angels, I raise the sheep. In tight ranks, brainless. Stay in front of your screen, I’ve got a new trend for you. You love the angels! (Conquest!) You love the angels! (Conquest!) [End]
